Well, sort of. You know how it is when you first get back from a week away? Sometimes it takes while to get going. The day has been less than a wash by a long shot, and frankly, that’s grand. So.

Thanks muchly to everyone who expressed their condolences after the last post. I can now safely report without chafing the ones I love that it was Bee’s dad who died. Bee, as readers of this blog probably know, is my best friend of about 20 years. Mike Round was a constant presence in my life for most of high school and has been a family friend ever since. He was just the coolest guy in so many ways… looking back on his life over these past days has uncovered lessons, to say the least.

Now, I recently quit my job to write full-time, more or less without a net. I don’t feel like I’m holding back in my life… I’ve always aggressively gone after what I want, even if it means wrastling with so much internal resistance, and writing is no different. But sometimes I do it with altogether too much navel-gazing, hand-wringing and malaise. Oh, and I often do it with my eyes closed.

Lesson 1: Mike Round never closed his eyes for anything. And he never had a bad day.
Lesson 2: Remember: who’s driving the bus, here?

Mr. Round, I’ll miss you!